All We Need
“It’s No Use” – Zuzu’s Petals
as the northern sun finally set, he took refuge from the blackflies underneath the truck canopy. he sat on top of his sleeping bag eating cheap
Pickled Pike
It may not seem like much. Its humble fare indeed but washed down with an ice-cold pilsner on a hot July evening . . . its about as fine a thing as you can find.
Pickled Pike
Lake Fever
Dawn:
Warm sleeping bag. Cold morning air. The grass heavy with dew. The sky bright with promise. Birds chirp. The temptation to sleep battles the temptation to fish. A full
First Fish
Teaching people to fly fish sucks.
Its a noble thing surely, but its also a royal pain in the ass.
You spend the day tying and untying knots when you could be fishing, worrying
Far From Home
“Winter’s Love” – Animal Collective
Three flights and a boat ride away from your world.
It all sort of melts away the moment you step off the panga. Everything stops to matter
Tell Tale Signs
“She says springtime’s coming, wait ’til you see It’s poking through with them shoots of beauty It’s the end of rent-a-movie weather It’s time to end this siege together” –
A Thousand Words
“Winter Road” – Bill Callahan
The Dance and Its Disappearance
Hours of anticipation, all for a few seconds of composed chaos.
The dog’s demeanor changes. Bodies go tense. An uneasy silence settles in. The safety clicks. Suddenly a rush of
A Bird In Hand . . .
“A Day Is Very Long” – Doug Paisley
the warm sun of September,
the bitter wind of November.
up and down the valley hills,
over yellow grasses, under blue skies
through the
Way Out Weather
“Way Out Weather” – Steve Gunn
Shoulder season in the Northern Rockies. Wet snow, morning frost, frozen waders, howling winds, spitting cold rain, overcast skies, balmy